Friday, May 15, 2009

Parisienne's dream kitchen, part II

I still haven't figured out how the contents of my nine-square-meter kitchen took up sixteen (16!) cardboard boxes. I took the day off today -- thank you, blessed RTT -- to attempt to put everything back. Somewhere.

I have five boxes left to unpack and a pile of cookbooks that have no logical place in their new home. I've discovered we own enough wine glasses to host a medium-sized wedding reception and that if Paris is besieged in the coming months, we can easily survive on cocktail olives and canned tomatoes.

To think I woke up this morning certain that by five o'clock today I'd not only have everything organized in the kitchen, but the entire apartment vacuumed, dusted, and ready for my dad and step-mom's visit tomorrow. Yeah, right.

Will everything fit? Will my new kitchen prove to be as functional as it is attractive? Will my husband stop complaining he can't find anything anymore? Will I drown in packing paper or be crushed under a toppled pile of cardboard?

1 comment:

Can't wait for the pictures and answers to those intriguing questions!

I'm in this huge nesting period (wonder why) which includes a serious need to pare down, get rid of things, and store anything non-child friendly that I want to keep. We have soooo many wine/alcohol glasses that I'm packing a bunch to put in storage. I'm fortunate that we have a lot of storage room. ;-)

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I was born in Seattle, but now live on the other side of the map, just outside of Paris. I fell in love with and married a Frenchman in Boston, and in 2003 we took the great leap across the Atlantic. In the summer of 2007 we welcomed our son, le Petit, and in late 2010 our daughter, Mademoiselle. This is the story of my life as a pseudo-Parisienne in my country of adoption. Contact me at parisiennemaispresque (at) gmail (dot-com).